Mythical Creatures Strategy Guide

Chapter 70 PVP

"Your Majesty, I really didn't mean to."

"I know."

Amber chuckled softly, her chest trembling slightly. Chu Sheng's face went numb from the shock.

Green magic flowed down Chu Sheng's spine and into his body, and Amber began to adjust the positions of the two forces.

"Breathe with me," Amber said.

Chu Sheng did as instructed.

When you inhale, the holy light contracts inward. When you exhale, the power of the sacred tree expands outward.

After several sessions, the pain lessened somewhat. However, his body remained burning hot, his consciousness fluctuated between lucidity and confusion, and his fingers grew increasingly weak.

Amber realized he was about to collapse, so she simply lifted him onto her lap and let his back rest against her chest. She placed one arm across Chu Sheng's chest to hold him steady, and her other hand on his lower abdomen, guiding the chaotic magic downwards.

Chu Sheng was embraced from behind by her, his neck and head sinking into her soft, ample vulva, the back of his head pressed against her chest. Amber's tall, mature body completely enveloped him, her fair, plump thighs flank him on either side.

"Don't move." Amber's voice came from above his head, "I'm saving you."

Chu Sheng became obedient.

Amber lowered her head, her chin gently resting on the top of his head. Her movements became slower and more delicate. Green light gradually illuminated Chu Sheng's chest and abdomen, and the restlessness of the holy light was finally suppressed.

The cold sweat on Chu Sheng's forehead lessened.

But a new problem has arisen.

Amber's magic, which should have been cooling, was now scorching hot from the holy light emanating from Chu Sheng's body. Her breathing became erratic, the temperature of her body beneath her nightgown gradually rose, and her chest heaved rapidly.

Chu Sheng felt it clearly as she held him in her arms.

"Your Majesty," he opened his eyes, "are you not feeling well either?"

Amber didn't answer immediately. After a while, she said softly, "This holy light is strange; it's not ordinary holy light."

"It does seem different from Arthur's holy light," Chu Sheng frowned, "but I don't know why."

"It's not just the Holy Light." Amber looked at him for a while, "I could barely sense the power of the Holy Tree after it entered your body."

She didn't speak again, and continued to forcefully suppress the holy light within Chu Sheng's body. The chaotic flow of holy light obediently quieted down, and the power of the Holy Tree slowly circulated around it. Although it was not yet stable, it was at least no longer as painful as before.

Chu Sheng let out a long breath and collapsed into Amber's arms.

"Your Majesty, you are too strong," he said weakly.

Amber raised her hand and gently smoothed Chu Sheng's sweat-dampened hair, her fingertips brushing against his cheek with a tender gesture.

"That's enough for tonight," she said softly. "I'll stay by your side until both forces have completely stabilized."

Chu Sheng looked up at her: "Your magic hasn't fully recovered yet, are you alright?"

Amber gently pinched his ear, pulled him back into her arms, placed her palm on his chest, and continued to slowly comb his hair.

The night grew deeper.

Occasionally, the sound of falling wood could be heard from the ruins of the royal court outside the window. In the distance, the laughter and play of the gray elf children had long since stopped due to their parents' scolding, and the entire Sacred Tree Forest had returned to silence.

Chu Sheng's consciousness gradually relaxed. An Bowen's embrace was warm and soft, like a safe haven. He could even hear her steady heartbeat.

He almost fell asleep.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, the latch made a soft click, startling Chu Sheng so much that he almost carried himself away.

What state is he in now? He is being held in Amber's arms, enveloped in soft warmth, with one of her arms gently around his chest and her other hand covering his lower abdomen.

The door was pushed open, and the person who entered was none other than Arthur.

The moonlight first illuminated a section of fair, slender calves, then the thin nightgown that draped down to her ankles. Arthur stood in the doorway, his long platinum blonde hair cascading over his shoulders, a light-colored coat casually draped over his nightgown.

The coat was clearly put on in a hurry; the ties weren't fastened tightly, and her chest was stretched out in a full silhouette, rising and falling gently with her breath.

Chu Sheng glanced at it briefly before quickly closing his eyes.

broken.

Arthur's gaze fell on the bed, his voice calm: "What are you doing?"

Chu Sheng pretended to have just woken up, opened his eyes, and weakly raised his hand: "Arthur, my days are numbered, you've come at the right time."

Amber glanced down at Chu Sheng, then looked up at Arthur, her voice still gentle: "The Holy Light and the power of the Holy Tree within him are rejecting him; his condition is very dangerous."

"The first thing he carries within him is my holy light." Arthur walked to the bedside, looked down at Chu Sheng, and said, "If it's about regulating power, it should be done by me, his contracted knight."

Amber gently patted Chu Sheng's chest, as if comforting a frightened animal: "He can't be stimulated right now."

"I know." Arthur took off his coat and draped it over the back of the chair.

Arthur was wearing only a thin nightgown underneath, with thin straps that hung precariously on her snow-white shoulders. The neckline was pushed up high, her waist tightened downwards, and then stretched open by her full hips.

Despite the critical situation, Chu Sheng couldn't help but offer his professional assessment.

Unlike Amber's naturally curvaceous figure, Arthur's physique possesses a toned and muscular build honed through training. He has beautifully curved shoulders and back, a strong waist and abdomen, and his legs reveal graceful muscle lines when flexed.

Chu Sheng turned his head to the other side with difficulty.

Amber looked down at him, her long, light golden hair falling to the side of his face. The neckline of her nightgown had loosened slightly from hugging him, revealing a dazzlingly large, white body underneath.

Arthur sat on the edge of the bed, and the mattress sank in again.

Amber held Chu Sheng in her arms, occupying the inner side of the bed, while Arthur sat on the outer side. Chu Sheng was sandwiched in the middle, with the Elf Queen's soft embrace on his left and the Holy Sword Knight's cold face approaching from his right.

"Make him lie down," Arthur said.

Amber didn't refute, but carefully supported Chu Sheng's shoulders and back, lowering him a little from her embrace.

Chu Sheng was placed in the center of the bed. The moment his back touched the sheets, the holy light in his chest surged. He winced in pain, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly.

Amber's expression changed slightly, and she immediately reached out and pressed her hand against his abdomen.

At the same instant, Arthur placed his hand on it as well.

Golden and green light simultaneously emanated from beneath Chu Sheng's skin.

"hiss--"

Chu Sheng gasped, almost jumping out of bed.

Amber said softly, "Don't move."

Arthur frowned: "Follow my holy light."

"Could you two at least agree on a route first?" Chu Sheng's lips were pale with pain. "Could you please not engage in PvP inside me?"

Arthur ignored him and climbed into bed.

She lay down on his right, facing Amber across Chu Sheng. Her nightgown slipped up slightly with the movement, revealing a glimpse of her fair, firm thigh. She seemed oblivious, or perhaps she noticed but couldn't be bothered, and reached out to press her hand against Chu Sheng's chest.

Holy light immediately surged in, and Chu Sheng trembled all over.

If Amber's magic is like cool roots, gently combing through; then Arthur's holy light is like a knightly order rushing in to maintain order, striking anyone who disobeys with the hilt of their sword.

It was very effective, but also very crude.

Chu Sheng gritted his teeth: "Arthur, be gentle."